Somewhere out in the back of your mindComes your real life and the life that you knowIt seems like it was the creation of some of those same old thingsIt seemed to be the only thing left out in the lightShe had trusted manyBut been unfamiliar withAlmost everyone but you

Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fireEverytime that you walk in the roomWell there is magic all around you, if I do say so myselfI have known this much longer than I've known you

She had trusted manyAnd then there would be someone who would enter into her presenceThat she could sense for milesShe dreamed of her wanton luxuryAnd she laughed and she cried and she tried to taunt himAnd he hated to be separatedFrom that picture No

Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fireEverytime that you walk in the roomOoh, well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myselfWell I have known this much longer than I've known you

Long nets of white cloud my memoryLong nets of white cloud my memoryOoh there is magic all around youEverytime you walk in the room

Well maybe I'm just thinking that the rooms are all on fireEverytime that you walk in the roomWell there is magic all around you, if I do say so myselfWell I have known this much longer than I've known you